Chapter Two
As soon as Gangsta stepped out of Wayside County jail he was greeted by the beaming morning sun, his eyes squinting under the intense rays. It was a beautiful day. The sky was a pretty blue. The birds were chirping, and Charles Curtis Vines was a free man. Gangsta closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh outside air. A smile spread across his handsome caramel face. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had just beat three murder charges. The D.A had a gun but his finger prints weren’t on it, and their confidential informant had turned up dead. With no witness or evidence, Judge Charlene Murdock had no choice but to grant him his walking papers.
When Gangsta opened his eyes there was a white stretch Mercedes Benz before them. Its back door swung open and Bullet stuck his
